Author: brian
Book Review: Dad Is Fat
I have been horrible at keeping up with these. I’m going to try and catch up on the last nine months or so of reading. When I used to have satellite radio, I ended up using the function that alerted…
Who Am I?
Sometimes I wonder what I have become. I still think I have my usual fun outlook on life most of the time, but come across moments where I don’t recognize myself. That happened recently when I had one of those…
Halloween Back on Track
I knew the look in her eye. I have seen it a lot in recent years as I found myself more involved in community events. The look told me that the brain was saying, “I know I can do this,…
Uniform Confusion
A friend posted a first day of school picture on Facebook recently. Her son looked ready for his first day of kindergarten at their nearby Catholic school. I recognized this kind of picture very well. In fact, I have seen…
Feeling Quite at Home
I felt right at home inside the bar. Now that might sound like old news to people who know me well, but this situation had a different element. The bar in question was in Cambridge, Mass., and I had never…
Walking Lessons
I like to make a big deal out of life’s minor inconveniences. That’s part of my schtick, and I usually have my tongue planted firmly in my cheek as I make my rants. But I have found one thing that…
Bingo!
I had an idea several years ago. I wanted to go to every local carnival and make up a t-shirt with the information about each one like a rock tour shirt. That plan fell apart for two reasons – my…
Look at the Brightside
At some point, I will get used to the scene. I hope I don’t, however. This thought ran through my head late on a Saturday night as I jumped up and down and sang “Mr. Brightside” by The Killers at…
Umbrella Wars
Everyone should have the chance to enjoy their vacation how they please. However, the week I just spent at the beach with my family convinced me that more and more people should hire us as vacation planners. For instance, we…
Street Kayaking
When I woke up last Friday, I knew we had a problem on our hands. The morning of our last full day at the beach brought a whole lot of rain. We had already weathered the storm – literally. The…